I get in the elevator and a lady turns and says “Monday.”
No punchline. No clue-in as to which direction she wants me to go with this at all. Just a day of the week. So I pump my fist and say,
“You can make it.”
Why are elevators so awkward. Just keep shut and ride in silence for 8 seconds…we can’t get anything accomplished conversationally in 8 seconds. Guys can’t even ride bulls for 8 seconds! You think, we can have a meaningful convo that quickly?